That looked pretty queer to me.” His impression was probably reinforced by the fact that while in my twenties I could probably pass as femboy today,...although I didn't identify or dress as such. I was slender, had a petite build, was 5' 6", 120 pounds, long hair, clean-shaven all over, and a small endowment.I didn’t see much alternative other than to be honest. I told Kenny that I wasn’t queer but because of something that happened when I was younger, I found that getting spanked by men was a. That is unless I was in a real hurry, but I seldom was in a hurry.After three weeks, I began to settle into the start of a routine. I began my day at 8AM. Most mornings I dressed in my leg only then went to the kitchen where I made coffee on my propane counter top stove. It like many of my things was designed for camping.Just like most of the things in my life coffee making was complicated. First I had to half fill a tea kettle with water. Then I had wait for about five minute while it came to. They were African American men with light complexions. Nadine remembers her cousin saying "now you gonna see my mom really get fucked good." as she said this she moved to the right of Nadine and her friend Ana moved to the left of Nadine. they began caressing Nadine as the brothers demanded that aunt Sally to get on her knees. Sally did as she was told right in front of the recliner. one of the brothers (Nadine does not remember their names) grabbed Sally by the hair and forcibly shoved his. She held her breath as I raised the cane, but I laid it back down gently in the same place. She jerked her body upward, pushing it away, trying to flog herself. We all laughed and she growled. "Go on," she taunted me. I looked at her face. It was a combination of desparation and fear, I couldn't tell which was more powerful but it turned me on. I raised the cane and swung it down hard but this time, I brought it down right across the tips of both nipples. She howled in pain and jerked her body.